A Kiss Isn't Terminal." "it

You--roarke." Eyes Watering, She Reached For More Tissue. "jesus, Eve. Jesus Christ, You Never Sleep With Anybody. And You're Telling Me You Slept With Roarke?" "that's Not Precisely Accurate. We Didn't Sleep.

You Bring The Color And The Life. It's A Lucky Man Who Is Offered That Color And Life, And A Wise One Who Values It.

If Sex Is Dignified It's Not Being Done Right.

He Wanted To Heave The Glasses Against The Wall. Break Them, Break Everything He Could Reach. Beat It, Rend It. He Stared Out The Window, Imagined The City In Flames, Consumed To Ashes. And Still It Wasn't Enough.

We Make Our Own Choices And We're Each Responsible For Them. Blame And Credit Belong To The Individual. You Haven't The Right To Claim Either From Someone Else.